Japanese Inn Buenos Aires

[Hybrid Ambassador]

A Nipponese friend tells me this place is very good and cheap to stay, they are catering to Japanese
tourists, especially to No Dinero back packers. Anyone knows if this location below is in safer BS As area?
Many younger female travellers staying there and all share in to do the cooking.!　A B & B place.

Cochabamba472 (entre Bolivar y Defensa)　 San Telmo, Capital Federal, ARGENTINA

 

[Ries]

Its not a "bad" neigborhood- its one where you need to have situational awareness after dark, as its on the "wrong" side of the autopista, but its pretty safe. Very near fancy restaurants, museums, the antique market on sundays, and lots of fun things to do.
General BA rules apply- no rolex or large visible nikons or iphones, and you will be fine.
I carry a small digital camera that fits in my front pants pocket- I take it out, take a photo, and put it away.
I dont have a smart phone, and leave my computer in my apartment, and dont carry my passport on my person except when I am specifically using it- and I have been strolling thru worse neighborhoods than this intermittently since 2007, and never had an incident of any kind.
You can pick up a cheap burner phone- a prepaid dumb phone- for fifty bucks US in BA, and it works fine for texts and calls, but nobody is interested in stealing one.
I have had worse incidents with street crime in Rome, Madrid, and other euro Capitals than in BA- but I am not a opportunity rich target.

 

[Hybrid Ambassador]

Aha, then it is not to shabby of a place to be staying long term, being checking the incredible fares and they claim only US$9 a day for the dormitory sharing double decker beds and everybody chips in for food ingredients to be cooked. But me being a somewhat much " Viejo aged" than those younger chaps, inquired for a private room with bath/shower, the proprietor emailed me it would cost me only US$20 per day! In the patio space outside, they do daily " Asados" and evrybody kind of chip in for the meat and the suave Vinos a few bucks each being told. Free Wi-Fi at decent speed, lots of manga books to keep some entertained. So if staying long term over 30 days then the price can be negotiated much cheaper to the tune of max US$500 a month. the place boast a large kitchen so I can flash my cooking prowess to entice many audiences ! Can't wait till able to fly to Bs As soon!

 

[Hybrid Ambassador]

Argentinean bife served at the Japanese inn.

 

[Matt84]

Can I go there to try the food?

 

[Davidglen77]

Can I go there to try the food?

I second that motion!!

 

[Hybrid Ambassador]

Well, don't know but think if you were to know someone inside then OK? Is called " Ryokan " a type of japanese Inn, and mostly cater to the _not to rich_ back packer knee younger gens. The Argentinean "Asados" are to be prepared there very often due to popular encores from those Nipponese visiting Argentina. But the normal feed are looking like these below.

 

[Hybrid Ambassador]

Well, Mr Ries has posted that this location is somewhat safer district in Bs As but there is another Japanese Inn there in Bs As
also frequented often by younger back packers and many Ketchap/Mustard crimes has ocurred.

The adress of this other Japanese Inn is ：Suipacha 933, Piso3 Buenos Aires, ARGENTINA。[/font]


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I exited the subway system back onto the sunny streets of Buenos Aires, Argentina. I had just travelled from the quiet neighbourhood of San Telmo to bustling Retiro where I was catching a bus out of the city. With temperatures in the thirties, I couldn't wait to escape the heat by heading south down the Atlantic coast.
I was walking through the street vendors that line the way to the bus station when a spray of liquid hit me from behind. The strong smelling purple substance coated my hair. At first I thought it was from a nearby fruit stand. But then I remembered a warning about the pick pocketing distractions that I might encounter in South America. I quickly realized I was in the middle of one of them. It goes something like this:
With that realization I took off zig zagging through the crowds. I suddenly felt very visible and vulnerable. I was carrying a large pack on my back with a day bag zipped to it and a third bag on my chest containing my photography equipment. I turned behind me, but saw no pursuers. I felt a bit foolish; maybe it was just spray from a juice stand?
But then a woman touched my arm. She was holding a tissue and pointing at my head. They had caught up to me. I was almost to the bus station. I cut back and forth through the crowd turning around every half dozen steps until I was inside.
Once inside I splashed water over my head in the bathroom still wearing all my packs. In the mirror I could see the purple liquid was not only in my hair, but all down my pack and on my jeans. My suspicions were confirmed. My day pack was hanging off my main back, with just a bit of the zipper holding it on. As a solo backpacker I was an easy target.
More annoyed than anything else, I boarded my bus and settled into my wide comfortable seat on the second level, still smelling of that purple liquid. We rounded the back of the station and it was then that I first saw Villa 31, an enormous shantytown with a population of nearly 30,000. Until now it had been obscured by the infrastructure of the train and bus station. I was oblivious to the extreme poverty adjacent to a posh and prosperous part of the city. As I would later learn, many residents of Villa 31 struggle to survive and this poverty is the source of the pick pocket attempt I experienced.
A month after I left Buenos Aires I was back in the city after touring rural Patagonia. My bus was unable to reach the station in Retiro. Residents of Villa 31 had shut down the entrance, protesting the disconnection of power into the villa from the main lines. After being let off the bus on the side of the road at rush hour I jumped into a cab and sped away to my hotel in the posh neighbourhood of Palermo.
That night I watched a massive thunderstorm roll across the city through the wrap around windows of my suite. I heard yelling from the street below. I saw that it was not drunken revelers dancing in the rain, but residents of the shanty huts beside the hotel. They were fighting to keep the torrential rain out of their homes. Using only five gallon buckets and brooms, they cheered each time they succeed in dropping the water level.
Earlier that day I had strolled the neighbourhood shopping for jewelry and other gifts, but again, these homes were invisible from the street level, as were the people that lived in them.

 

[Hybrid Ambassador]

US$2.00, to chip in for food.! Dirt cheap.! This looks as if Japanese beef curry, the cooking is normally done by travelling chefs from the rising sun nation..

A bunch of poor back packers from Japan travelling all over the Argentine and finding this cheapo Japanese Inn, the dorms are about US$7~8 per person at the large dorm with double decker beds and if wanting private room with bath and shower, then you must cough up US$12.00..All gathered up for comunal dinner.

　

 

[Matt84]

Maybe the hosts or even the guests might like to offer one a puertas cerradas event. What would be a polite way to suggest it Mr HA?